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The wind blows,
Caressing the petals
Of my fragile heart.

As I sit on the edge,
Praying;
Looking at the horizon,
For the missing piece.

I must stop the search.
For I've now realised,
The piece was in my hands;
All this time,
Waiting to be placed,
By me.

~☆~✧~✧~☆~
Completing my puzzle,
One by one,

Waiting for yours,
Anna

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